On the last day of March, thirty minutes before midnight…

Somewhere on the Manor grounds…

Robin [on the Comm Link]: *sounds of rustling leaves and scraping metals in the background* You’re going down, Todd. I’m going to fool you!

Red Hood: *stuffing a sack with batarangs and Damian’s underwear* You talk better than you fool, kid.

Robin [on the Comm Link]: Oh, I will fool you up real nice.

Red Hood: You couldn’t fool your cleverest brother on the fooling-est day of your life if you had an electrified fooling machine.

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In which, as tradition goes, Alfred already has the Batcave’s surgical bay ready in time for the first of April.